Chapter 8. I think.

"What in alchohol's name is happenin' here?" Jack asked as he noticed his body slowly disappearing.

"I think we're going home." Rory replied as she braced herself for the tunnel

Will felt Jack's long fingers tighten around his sleeve and he was soon consumed with a pulling sensation. Ghost like beings were tugging at their clothing, their hair and one even managed to take a silver trinket from Jack's tangled mane. The tugging increased in intensity and just when it became too much to take, it eased up.

"This must be the end" thought Rory.

Then end indeed. Rory's limbs began to reappear and the beings were gone. Her flesh ached from all the tugging. Her senses were coming back. She was on a hardwood floor and there were three unmistakable bodies lying a couple feet away from her.

RORY P.O.V.

Wait. Three? Had Elizabeth come along also? There's Jack, still knocked out.... And there's Will.... Who's the third? Come on, Up Gilmore.

I rose to my feet and took a closer look at the third person. Jeez. It was Paris. Did we somehow slam into her or something? Paris started to groan and opened her eyes.

"Where have you been?!" Paris asked in a cold tone, "You've been out of school for two and a half weeks now!"

"I have?"

"Yes! And your freako friends kept dropping by with homework and chocolates."

"Chocolates?"

"Tana told them your great uncle Milly twice removed had died and you were a little slow with the mourning process." Paris explained.

It was then that Paris took note of the two guys on the floor.

"Who are they?" She asked.

"I met them at the funeral." I joked.

Paris raised her eyebrows questioningly.

"This is a long story. Sit down." I said.

Paris sat. Will and Jack were still on the floor. Unconscious. Or sleeping.

"So, I was out studying under the oak tree when I felt this weird thing pulling me into the ground. You know, tugging, pulling. So eventually, I ended up at a dinner party. In 1689. I met Elizabeth there and her fiance Will and his best friend Jack. I spent about three or four weeks with them. Will's a blacksmith and we were in his shop today. Jack and I got into an argument and now we're here."

"I do I know you're not lying?" Paris asked.

"Why would I be?"

"I don't know... maybe because you're claiming to have traveled through time?"

"How else would I appear out of nowhere?"

"Got a point there Gilmore."

General P.O.V.

Rory saw Will stir from the corner of her eye. He opened his eyes and started looking around. His gaze fell on the sleeping Jack next to him and then on Rory and Paris.

"Hi." Rory greeted him.

"Hello," he said back, "So, where are we?"

"That's just what I'd like to know" Jack said as he woke from his little nap on the floor.

"You're in our dorm." Paris clarified.